Wednesday, November 30, 2005



yo en... 1988? I don't know.

Bueno, aquí estoy. Mañana iré a ver Jarri otra vez.
Quiero couk.
Deséoos un feliz último mes del año.
El mío apunta infernal.
I'm looking for my hen...
and waiting for my man.
En fin que tengo sueño.
¿cómo que no hay hielo? ¿tengo que tomarme este café caliente?
Yo quería un jawa pero no quedaban.
Felt like Veruca!
Me voy.


Little ghost, little ghost
One I'm scared of the most
Can you scare me up a little bit of love?
I'm the only one that sees you,
And I can't do much to please you
And it's not yet time to meet the lord above

The first moment that I met her
I did not expect a specter
When I shook her hand I really shook a glove
She looked into me so sweetly
And we left the room discreetly
No one else could know the secret of our love

Little ghost, little ghost
One I'm scared of the most
Can you scare me up a little bit of love?
I'm the only one that sees you,
And I can't do much to please you
And it's not yet time to meet the lord above

Every morning I awoke
And I see my little ghost
Wond'rin' if it's really her that's lying there
I lean to touch her and I whisper
But not brave enough to kiss her
When I held her I was really holding air

Little ghost, little ghost
One I'm scared of the most
Can you scare me up a little bit of love?
I'm the only one that sees you,
And I can't do much to please you
And it's not yet time to meet the lord above

Though I try my best to keep it
There really was no secret
Must have looked like I was dancing with the wall
No one else could see this apparition
But because of my condition
I fell in love with a little ghost and that was all

Little ghost, little ghost
One I'm scared of the most
Can you scare me up a little bit of love?
I'm the only one that sees you,
And I can't do much to please you
And it's not yet time to meet the lord above
No, it's not yet time to meet the lord above

Tuesday, November 29, 2005



















leich, a día de hoy, en mi sillón, su lugar favorito (aparte del suelo) en mi hogar.

Hoy he llegado tarde. Mucho. Whatever. Ya tengo e-mail de la compañía... parecía que eso iba a simplificar las cosas. Ja! He tenido que hablar con un tipo de Boca Ratón. Brrr.

Estos días estoy viendo Melrose Place, y eso me place (jai,jai,jai).

De nuevo, mis descargas están todas completadas y me he quedado tan en blanco como la pobre mula.

Y la canción seguirá siendo de ellos, long live the Weird Sisters!
voy a hacerme una camiseta lo antes posible.
see you.

When all is dark and there’s no light
Lost in the deepest star of night
I see you

Your hands are singing baby
You ain’t been sleeping lately
There’s something out there
And it don’t seem very friendly does it?
If I could help you I would help you
But it’s difficult
Theres something much more powerful
And those far-fetched possessing me
I got to got to break cause ah I don’t wanna feel like this ah
Your voice keeps holding me
I cannot eat or sleep
I’m going crazy in this hazy fantasy
You put a spell on me
But I ain’t going down hello

So take your hands off me tonight I’m breaking free this is the night
This is the night,
So take your hands off me tonight I’m breaking free this is the night
This is the night

There was a time I would’ve walked
I’m burning coals for you
Sail across the ocean blue
Climb the highest mountain just to call you name
The moon throws down its light
Cuts me to the quick tonight
Strangers in the air
Nothing will ever be the same

You still look good to me
Ooh but you're no good for me
I close my eyes and
Squeeze you from my consciousness
And in the morning when I wake
I walk the line
I walk it straight
But the morning's so many miles away

So take your hands off me tonight I’m breaking free this is the night
This is the night,
So take your hands off me tonight I’m breaking free this is the night

This is the night

Monday, November 28, 2005


marta y pec 1998 GT era

la verdad es que parezco Ojoloco Moody, que no?
Anyway, estoy muy cansada, creo que iré a dormir lo antes posible.
He vuelto a las andadas y escucho Harry 6 de nuevo.
Fui a Ahorramás. Me gasté unos cuantos euros, de ahorrar más nada. Y eso que no había Krispies.

Sé que nadie comprende esto pero ayer Aiarakoa mandó 22 mails en una misma noche.
La existencia es cruel.
¿Y para qué quieres un seguro de responsabilidad civil?

Vi un par de perros por la calle dignos de ser recordados.
Han quitado todos los posters de Harry en mitad de la noche y yo no me he enterado.
Hoy hacía mucho frío. ... .. .

Manic Street Preachers - So Dead

Learn to sleep through misery
Never gonna wake feeling free
No one fucks as good as Marilyn
Plastic surgery sure cures your sins

You need a fix I'm your prostitute
Repression says depravity's cute
I'll feed you lines to make you smile
You're so easy to dehumanise

It's not that I can't find worth in anything
It's just that I can't find worth in enough
It's not that I can't find worth in anything
In your love

Pay for it
Pay for it
Degrade your senses till you hate me

Begging to be cool through nicotine
Decadence costs but she must be clean
Build up walls so you can't feel
When you get high 'It's so unreal'

Days fade in and I need the night
I've seen your dumb face all of my life
Eyes close down, I don't wanna see
Broken communion of the twentieth century

It's not that I can't find worth in anything
It's just that I can't find worth in enough
It's not that I can't find worth in anything
In your love

Pay for it
Pay for it
You're gonna pay for my intelligence

Pay for it
Pay for it
Cos I'm a slut and you just suck

Pay for it
Pay for it
Degrade your senses till you hate me

Pay for it
Pay for it
We promote all sickness and disease
You're gonna pay for my intelligence
Cos I'm a slut and you just suck

You're so dead
You're so dead

Sunday, November 27, 2005



at last, mi cajonera. con el monstruo, el oso, leyi y yo...

he vuelto a ver LA PALABRA, con khabri. esperemos una ilustración pronta en carlperkins.
Canción mítica donde las haya!
viva harry! (otra vez).
hoy he comido en el vips mwahaha (otra vez, joder)
bueno eso.
adiós!

The Weird Sisters - Do The Hippogriff

Alright Hogwarts… are you ready for some real music?
I said, ARE YOU READY?
ARE YOU READY?

I gotta hear ya… alright.
Come on, I wanna see your hands in the air.
We’re going to teach you a brand new dance tonight.
So move your body
You gotta help us Hogwarts
Together we can do this thing
Are you ready?
ARE YOU READY?

Move your body like a hairy troll
a learning to rock and roll
I spin around like a crazy elf
a dancing by himself
I boogie down like a unicorn
I brew a storm til the break of dawn
a put your hands in the air
Like an ogre just don’t care

Can you dance the hippogriff
Mama ma mama ma mama ma
Flying off from the cliff
Mama ma mama ma mama ma
Swooping down to the ground
Mama ma mama ma mama ma
Wheel around and around and around
Mama ma mama ma mama ma
OH!

Move around like a scary ghost
Who’s spooking himself the most
Shake your booty like barber(?) in pain
Again and again and again
Get it on like an angry specter
Whose definitely out to get ya
Step your feet like a leprechaun
Get it on, get it on

Saturday, November 26, 2005



2000. Pec y Pat, Pic by Pac.

Ayer fui yo la que se durmió viendo peli. Venganza por todos estos años!
Hace varios días que no me lavo el pelo.
No puedo decir que no sienta una sensación de satisfacción personal, como si quisiera superar un reto...

Car me ha hecho despertarme a las 7 porque había conseguido colgar su fotolog. Su foto sale en la encarta debajo de "niñita caprichosa". Pero bueno, estaba bien.

Por lo demás voy a constatar que soy lo peor con la canción de hoy, pero no puedo evitarlo, creo que he madurado en el aspecto de confesar mis verdaderos gustos musicales.

Viva Harry.

Porque te quiero a ti, porque te quiero
Cerré mi puerta una mañana y eché a andar
Porque te quiero a ti, porque te quiero
Dejé los montes y me vine al mar

Tu nombre me sabe a hierba
De la que nace en el valle
A golpes de sol y de agua
Tu nombre me lleva atado
En un pliege de tu talle
Y en el bies de tu enagua

Porque te quiero a ti, porque te quiero
Aunque estás lejos yo te siento a flor de piel
Porque te quiero a ti, porque te quiero
Se hace mas corto el camino aquel

Tu nombre me sabe a hierba
De la que nace en el valle
A golpes de sol y de agua
Tu nombre me lleva atado
En un pliege de tu talle
Y en el bies de tu enagua

Porque te quiero a ti, porque te quiero
Mi voz se rompe como el cielo al clarear
Porque te quiero a ti, porque te quiero
Dejo esos montes y me vengo al mar

Friday, November 25, 2005



jo es que tengo que poner a Bondor
es tan mona mírala!

yo vi harry vi haaarry la la la la

car ha desaparecido.

los yísus - far gone & out

I can't explain exactly what I'm doing standing in the rain
Don't do it for fun
Do it if you feel it
Kiss it on the tongue
I'm taking my thoughts to a railway station
Put 'em on a train just to see what's coming back
What's coming back
It's coming like a heart attack

Ice melts too fast
So nothing stays forever nothing's gonna last
She's dressed in black
A black that ends in nowhere and I just got to have her back
And I'm television sick and I'm television crazy
No one works so hard just to make me feel so bad
I'm feeling bad
Oh that's too sad

Thursday, November 24, 2005



seen it. loved it.

paso de contar más historias.

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts,
Teach us something please,
Whether we be old and bald
Or young with scabby knees,
Our heads could do with filling
With some interesting stuff,
For now they're bare and full of air,
Dead flies and bits of fluff,
So teach us things worth knowing,
Bring back what we've forgot,
Just do your best, we'll do the rest,
And learn until our brains all rot."

Wednesday, November 23, 2005



ya lo dije, serían más.
viva perdidos!!!!!!!!

Ya tengo mis entradas para LA PALABRA
can't wait.
hoy casi se abre una marquesina con el poster y me ha dado un vuelco al corazón, pero sólo se abría por un lado... menos mal por otro lado porque el ataque de ansiedad que me ha dado pensando que podía robarlo y estaba rodeada de gente que me insultaría por vándala ha sido tremendo.

Por lo demás he ido a spejos de mierda... qué asco de peluqueras (menos una)... pero bueno

comí un bocata mwahahahahaha
y nada más. he llegado a casa a las 20:43... qué mierda!

se me ha pegado esta hoy mientras trabajaba y en un "la la la la" me ha pillao una y me ha mirado raro y yo sólo he podido decir "je".

Satellite's gone
Up to the sky
Things like that drive me
Out of my mind
I watched it for a little while
I love to watch things on TV

Oh...satellite of love
Ah...satellite of love
Oo...satellite of love
Satellite

Satellite's gone
Way up to Mars
Soon it will be filled
With parking cars
I watched it for a little while
I love to watch things on TV

Ooo...ahh...satellite of love
Ha...satellite of love
Satellite of love
Satellite

I've been told that you've been bold
With Harry, Mark, and John
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday
Harry, Mark, and John

Satellite's gone
Up to the sky
Things like that drive me
Out of my mind
I watched it for a little while
I love to watch things on TV

Hoo...satellite of love
Haa...satellite of love
Hoo...satellite of love
Satellite of...

Satellite...satellite...

Tuesday, November 22, 2005



el recurso de disfraces llega a su fin. 1990. guerra del golfo. pec. ya empezaba con mi gripe aviar.

pues huele a pintura (por mi nueva cajonera que fotografiaré en cuanto me sea buenamente posible).
comí con lama.

leyi ha dormido dentro de la nevera portátil. es taaaaaaaan mona.

quiero ver harry.

al estanquero le gustan sisters of mercy. a mí no, a mí me gusta el country auténtico.

Memories Are Made Of This - Johnny Cash

Take one fresh and tender kiss
Add one stolen night of bliss
One girl, one boy, some grief, some joy
Memories are made of this.

Don't forget a small moonbeam
Fold it lightly with a dream
Your lips and mine to sip the wine
Memories are made of this

Then at the wedding bells
One house where lovers dwell
Three little kids for the flavor
Stir carefully through the day
See how the flavor stays
These are the dreams that we must savor

With His blessings from above
Serve it generously with love
One man, one wife, one love for life
Memories are made of this

Monday, November 21, 2005



está aquí
ya llegó
el perro que todos quieeeeren

leeeyi es valiente ente
e inteligente ente
la mejoooor

he ido a día y me han cobrado 3 céntimos por una bolsa.
tengo mi cajonera de ikea y tengo que montarla y pintarla... pero bueno, va a molar tres huevos.

ya he comunicado que si alguien de los que me rodean de verdad aprecia mi amistad y amor, deberá robar un poster de harry 4 de la parada del autobús y regalármelo. espero vuestros esfuerzos.

me repite el rollito de primavera. y no me gusta.

me gusta esta canción

Pulp - Sylvia

You look just like sylvia:
Well you look like her to me -
The way she wore her hair then.
Oh, the way she used to be.
I’ve not seen her for a long time
Though I’ve heard she’s still around.
Her father’s living with some girl
Who’s a year younger than her.

She’s living in the country now yeah.
Oh, she’s trying to get better.
Her beauty was her only crime.
Yeah, I remember sylvia.

so keep believing & do what you do,
I can’t help you but I know things are gonna get better.
& please stop asking
What it’s got to do with you.
Oh, keep believing ’cos you know that you deserve better.

Who’s this man you’re talking to?
Can’t you see what he wants to do?
He thinks if he stands near enough then he will look as good as you.
Oh, he don’t care about your problems. he just wants to show his friends.
I guess I’m just the same as him -
I just didn’t know it then.
I never understood you really
& I know it’s too late now.
You didn’t ask to be that way.
Oh, I’m sorry sylvia.

Sunday, November 20, 2005



pec y car en 1985, ya nada es como antes.

hoy sólo he tomado dos tés.
he ido a ahorramás.
me he dejado el móvil en casa y no tenía reloj.
me he comprado 100 dvds.
mwahahahahahahahahaha infinito!!

Y me he puesto contenta cuando volvía oyendo esta gran canción:

Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds - Nature Boy

I was just a boy when I sat down
To watch the news on TV
I saw some ordinary slaughter
I saw some routine atrocity
My father said, don't look away
You got to be strong, you got to be bold, now
He said, that in the end it is beauty
That is going to save the world, now

And she moves among the sparrows
And she floats upon the breeze
She moves among the flowers
She moves something deep inside of me

I was walking around the flower show like a leper
Coming down with some kind of nervous hysteria
When I saw you standing there, green eyes, black hair
Up against the pink and purple wisteria
You said, hey, nature boy, are you looking at me
With some unrighteous intention?
My knees went weak,
I couldn't speak, I was having thoughts
That were not in my best interests to mention

And she moves among the flowers
And she floats upon the smoke
She moves among the shadows
She moves me with just one little look

You took me back to your place
And dressed me up in a deep sea diver's suit
You played the patriot, you raised the flag
And I stood at full salute
Later on we smoked a pipe that struck me dumb
And made it impossible to speak
As you closed in, in slow motion,
Quoting Sappho, in the original Greek

She moves among the shadows
She floats upon the breeze
She moves among the candles
And we moved through the days
and through the years

Years passed by, we were walking by the sea
Half delirious
You smiled at me and said, Babe
I think this thing is getting kind of serious
You pointed at something and said
Have you ever seen such a beautiful thing?
It was then that I broke down
It was then that you lifted me up again

She moves among the sparrows
And she walks across the sea
She moves among the flowers
And she moves something deep inside of me

She moves among the sparrows
And she floats upon the breeze
She moves among the flowers
And she moves right up close to me

Saludos!

Saturday, November 19, 2005



el monstruo, mis tobacs y señor foca.
tomé krispies. mmm.
ayer me duché.
patricia salió de michael jackson y car de fulana, aún no sé en qué terminó la cosa.
it's good to be home.
y amo suede, claro.

This still life is all I ever do
There by the window quietly killed for you
In the glass house my insect life
Crawling the walls under electric lights

I'll go into the night, into the night
She and I into the night

Is this still life all I'm good for too?
There by the window quietly killed for you
And they drive by like insects do
They think they don't know me
They hired a car for you

To go into the night, into the night
She and I into the night

And this still life is all I ever do
There by the window quietly killed for you
And this still life is all I ever do
But it's still, still life

Friday, November 18, 2005



2001. YO en Londrak.

YO!

Ayer salí. Ji Ji, Ja Ja.
bleurgh.
¿Ir al pueblo? qué pereza colega.

Yo, en Príncipe de Vergara, anoche - Moonage Daydream

I'm an alligator, I'm a mama-papa coming for you
I'm the space invader, I'll be a rock 'n' rollin' bitch for you
Keep your mouth shut,
you're squawking like a pink monkey bird
And I'm busting up my brains for the words

Keep your 'lectric eye on me babe
Put your ray gun to my head
Press your space face close to mine, love

Freak out in a moonage daydream oh yeah!

Don't fake it baby, lay the real thing on me
The church of man, love
Is such a holy place to be
Make me baby, make me know you really care

Make me jump into the air

Keep your 'lectric eye on me babe
Put your ray gun to my head
Press your space face close to mine, love
Freak out in a moonage daydream oh yeah!

Freak out, far out, in out

y se me acaba de romper el teclado COJONES

Thursday, November 17, 2005



iros todos a la mierda

Wednesday, November 16, 2005



ayer había cola, hoy pienso ir a verla...

otra vez estoy sin krispies.
tranquila, lo he dejado todo atado y bien atado.
hijoooo... que tenéis mis pastillas!!
...tengo frío y me persigue un lobo.

oasis - cloudburst

Wake up! theres a new day dawning
Think Ill take a walk for a while
I need shades cos the sun is shining
And I can see for miles and miles
I can feel the earth beneath me
I lie down we are as one
And they look but they cannot find me
Coz Im off heading for the sun
But its getting colder
I feel a chill in the air
Theres a change in the weather
Here it comes again
I can feel the rain
The wind that brings on the change
Is making me older
The wind that brings on the rain
Is taking me over
Downtown a moon is shining
Im gonna dress up in style
And my business everybodys minding
I need to get away for a while
But its getting colder
I feel a chill in the air
Theres a change in the weather
Here it comes again
I can feel the rain
The wind that brings on the change
Is making me older
The wind that brings on the rain
Is taking me over

Tuesday, November 15, 2005



otro disfraz, 1989. no me apetece pensar qué poner y sin duda era tan mona...
bueno, aún no sé qué tal el trabajo, pero el té es gratis.

me he olvidado de cambiar de disco en el discman y hoy es la cuarta o quinta vez que escucho the boatman's call seguida. así que va a haber que poner una
cheers

Nick Cave - Brompton Oratory

Up those stone steps I climb
Hail this joyful day's return
Into its great shadowed vault I go
Hail the Pentecostal morn

The reading is from Luke 24
Where Christ returns to his loved ones
I look at the stone apostles
Think that it's alright for some

And I wish that I was made of stone
So that I would not have to see
A beauty impossible to define
A beauty impossible to believe

A beauty impossible to endure
The blood imparted in little sips
The smell of you still on my hands
As I bring the cup up to my lips

No God up in the sky
No devil beneath the sea
Could do the job that you did, baby
Of bringing me to my knees

Outside I sit on the stone steps
With nothing much to do
Forlorn and exhausted, baby
By the absence of you

Monday, November 14, 2005



car y pec 1988
ella ya era MAYOR, por eso no podía disfrazarse. JA!
Leyi is here. Tan mona. Me he dormido en el trabajo de 10 a 12. Sort of.

The Go-Go's - Our Lips Are Sealed

Can you hear them
They talk about us
Telling lies
Well that's no surprise

Can you see them
See right through them
They have no shield
No secrets to reveal

It doesn't matter what they say
In the jealous games people play
Our lips are sealed

Careless talk
Through paper walls
We can't stop them
Only laugh at them

Spreading rumors
So far from true
Dragged up from the underworld
Just like some precious pearl

It doesn't matter what they say
In the jealous games people play
Our lips are sealed
Pay no mind to what they say
It doesn't matter anyway
Our lips are sealed

There's a weapon
We must use
In our defense
Silence

When you look at them
Look right through them
That's when they'll disappear
That's when you'll be feared

Hush, my darling
Don't you cry
Quiet, angel
Forget their lies

Sunday, November 13, 2005



He aquí Chirly, Pato JR, Felipín, Sr Rabo, Gatito, Bondor Bórdimor y Broderick.

Ya sabéis, deben permanecer cómodos.
Ahora estos animales y yo haremos una juerga del 15 para celebrar que no pienso volver a Manoteras ever again.

Y una canción jocosamente poco apropiada para el horrible día que hace hoy.

Alice Cooper - Sun Arise

Sun Arise come every mornin'
Sun Arise come every mornin'
Sun Arise come every mornin'
Bringin' back the warmth to the ground

Sun Arise come every mornin'
Sun Arise come every mornin'
Sun Arise come every mornin'
Bringin' back the warmth to the ground

Sun Arise, she come every mornin'
Sun Arise, each and every day
Sun Arise, she come every mornin'
Sun Ariseever-y ever-y ever-y ever-y

She drive away the darkness everyday
She drive away the darkness everyday
She drive away your darkness everyday
Bringin' back the warmth to the ground

Sun Arise
Whoa-oh-oh
Sun Arise
Whoa-oh-oh
Sun Arise
Whoa-oh-oh
Ever-y ever-y ever-y ever-y

Saturday, November 12, 2005



party mix!!!!
anoche en caaasa, cumple de paaaaaaat.
estuvimos aquí, con una cogorza... de las mías... de las buenas!!
bueno pues eso, luego llovió y me mojé.

la canción es para pat, claro, es su cumple. y hoy voy a echo sin ella MIERDA

Echo & the Bunnymen - Crystal Days

Here am I
Whole at last with a golden view
Looking for hope
And I hope it`s you
Splitting my heart
Cracked right in two
The pleasure of pain endured
To purify our misfit ways
And magnify our crystal days
Where are you
In shadows only I can see
Looking for hope
And you hope it`s me
Tattered and torn and born to be
Building a world where we can
Purify our misfit ways
And magnify our crystal days
Pure and to magnify
Here am I
Whole at last with a golden view
Looking for hope
And I know it`s you
Splitting my heart
Cracked right in two
The pleasure of pain and joy
To purify our misfit ways
And magnify our crystal days
Purify our misfit ways
And magnify our crystal days
Do do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do do
Days

Friday, November 11, 2005



yo y juan montes en el carnaval de 1987
estaba comiendo pálomaits, tan mona. y es que ayer, mientras veía perdidos, no pude evitarlo, comí pálomaits. tremendo episodio... creo que estaré intranquila por lo menos hasta que vea el próximo... y entonces otra vez... porque joder!... bueno, basta.

Prince - When You Were Mine

When you were mine
I gave you all of my money
Time after time
You done me wrong
It was just like a dream
You let all my friends come over and meet
And you were so strange
You didn't have the decency to change the sheets

Oh girl, when you were mine
I used to let you wear all my clothes
You were so fine (so fine)
Maybe that's the reason
That it hurt me so

I know (I know)
That you're going with another guy
I don't care (don't care)
Cuz I love u, baby, that's no lie
I love you more than I did
When you were mine

When you were mine
You were kinda sorta my best friend
So I was blind (so blind)
I let you fool around
I never cared (didn't care)
I never was the kind to make a fuss
When he was there
Sleeping inbetween the two of us

I know (I know)
That you're going with another guy
I don't care (don't care)
Cuz I love you, baby, that's no lie
I love you more than I did
When you were mine

When you were mine
U were all I ever wanted to do
Now I spend my time
Following him whenever he's with you

I know (I know)
That you're going with another guy
I don't care (don't care)
Cuz I love you, baby, that's no lie
I love you more that I did
When you were mine

When you were mine, yeah, oh no
Love you, baby
Love you, baby
When you were mine

Thursday, November 10, 2005



én de én. hopefully we'll see him around someday.

la hemos diñao, son las 7:56 y acabo de despertarme... el dilema ahora es... ¿qué hacer para no ir?
todo es culpa de aiti claro...

The Clash - Career Opportunities

The offered me the office, offered me the shop
They said I'd better take anything they'd got
Do you wanna make tea at the BBC?
Do you wanna be, do you really wanna be a cop?

Career opportunities are the ones that never knock
Every job they offer you is to keep you out the dock
Career opportunity, the ones that never knock

I hate the army an' I hate the R.A.F.
I don't wanna go fighting in the tropical heat
I hate the civil service rules
And I won't open letter bombs for you

Bus driver....ambulance man....ticket inspector
They're gonna have to introduce conscription
They're gonna have to take away my prescription
If they wanna get me making toys
If they wanna get me, well, I got no choice

Careers
Careers
Careers

Ain't never gonna knock

Wednesday, November 9, 2005



Son las 7 de la mañana. Me muero. Aquí Pat preparándose para irnos a dormir, anoche. Mart y Car no tienen que ir a trabajar. Grrrrrrrrrr
Mierda!!!!!!

Love - A House is not a Motel

At my house I've got no shackles
You can come and look if you want to
In the halls you'll see the mantles
Where the light shines dim all around you
And the streets are paved with gold and if
Someone asks you, you can call my name

You are just a thought that someone
Somewhere somehow feels you should be here
And it's so for real to touch
To smell, to feel, to know where you are here
And the streets are paved with gold and if
Someone asks you, you can call my name
You can call my name
I hear you calling my name yeah all right now

By the time that I'm through singing
The bells from the schools of wars will be ringing
More confusions, blood transfusions
The news today will be the movies for tomorrow
And the water's turned to blood, and if
You don't think so
Go turn on your tub
And it it's mixed with mud
You'll see it turn to gray
And you can call my name
I hear you call my name

Tuesday, November 8, 2005



mart yo y pat in my room jalowin 05
cuando tenga una de calidad de 1998 aparecerá aquí, do not fear the past my dears xD

Ayer una vez más mi criterio triunfó y vimos a LLORATOR en National Treasure que como todo el mundo sabe es una gran peli.
Hoy es fiesta, lo que significa que por fin podré pasar la aspiradora. Viva! bien! hurra! (and I mean it).
Me ha explotado un bote de lentejas y supuraban como el Gólgota de Dogma. Lo peor es que me las pienso comer. Ya tengo mi ticket para Echo.

The Jesus and Mary Chain - Between Planets

Suicide standing sucking in her cheeks
Too much lips and too much eyes
Hasn't slept for weeks
She don't know just where it goes

Jackie T said she saw death
She's done it fifty ways
But she's been off that medicine
For almost fifteen days
She don't know just where it goes

So turn around and run back where you're from
You can't get on
Don't shake those hips don't bite those lips
Just keep it hid

Come on now you gave it away
And all the friends you had got paid
Come on now you were never that shy
And that's no way for you to say bye bye

Baby you drive me crazy
Don't come around here no more

Monday, November 7, 2005



hola. estoy muy feliz porque tengo los oídos taponados y dolor de garganta, gracias a lo cual no he ido a trabajar de mierda. yuju!
heme ahí arriba donde debería estar ahora robando banners de harry.
por lo demás, tomorrow is party. for that I'm thankful.

Spiritualized - Lord let it rain on me

"Jesus Christ,
When your back's against the wall
It's sure hard to be grateful
When you've nothing here at all
You say that Hell's below us, Lord
Heaven can be mine
I don't believe your promises
I don't believe your lies

And, Lord, let it rain on me
Let it all come down
I'll sell my soul to let it roll
And I'm about ready now

Lord, let it rain on me
Now I know I'm goin' down
I've got a little knowledge, Lord
And I'm about ready now

Jesus Christ,
Look at what you've gone and done
2,000 years of lookin' down
The barrel of a gun
You got the fools believin'
That there's something else to gain
Jesus Christ,
When you comin' down again?

And, Lord, let it rain on me
Let it all come down
I'll sell my soul to let it roll
And I'm about ready now

Lord, let it rain on me
Now I know I'm goin' down
I've got a little knowledge, Lord
And I'm about ready now

And, Lord, let it rain on me
Let it all come down
I'll sell my soul to let it roll
And I'm about ready now

Lord, let it rain on me
Now I know I'm goin' down
I've got a little knowledge, Lord
And I'm about ready now

And, Lord, let it rain on me
Let it all come down
I'll sell my soul to let it roll
And I'm about ready now

Lord, let it rain on me
Now I know I'm goin' down
I've got a little knowledge, Lord
And I'm about ready now

And, Lord, let it rain on me
Let it all come down
I'll sell my soul to let it roll
And I'm about ready now

Lord, let it rain on me
Now I know I'm goin' down
I've got a little knowledge, Lord
And I'm about ready now"

Sunday, November 6, 2005

07 11 2005



Hoy he visto a Leyi. Es el evento más importante del día. También he estado con Delio, pero es que Leyi es Leyi. Estaba dormida y olía a perro sucio (Leyi, no Delia). Lo demás no es digno de mención. Bueno, está bien, comí en el VIPS mwahahahaha.
Arturo Soria es la peor calle del universo.

Para mi pequeña alimaña:

I can lick your face
I can bite it too
Ooh my teeths got rabies
I'm gonna give it to you

Feed me, feed me
Can't you hear me howl
Feed me
Cos I'm a damned dog now

Gotta taste for flesh
Gotta taste for danger
So I foam and chew
Bite the hands of a stranger

Feed me, feed me
Can't you hear me howl
Feed me
Cos I'm a damned dog now

Feed me, feed me
Can't you hear me howl
Feed me
Cos I'm a damned dog

Saturday, November 5, 2005

06/11/2005



Mi primera foto es por supuesto de mi cuarto. Y no será la última. Viva mi hogar y nunca salir de él!

Y una canción del día:

Nick Cave - (I'll love you) Til the end of the world

It was a miracle I even got outta Longwood alive,
This town fulla men with big mouths and no guts,
I mean, if you can just picture it,
The whole third floor of the hotel gutted by the blast,
And the street below showered in shards of broken glass,
And all the drunks pourin' outta the dance halls,
Starin' up at the smoke and the flames,
And the blind pencil seller wavin' his stick,
Shoutin' for his dog that lay dead on the side of the road,
And me, if you can believe this, at the wheel of the car
Closin my eyes and actually prayin',
Not to God above, but to you, sayin',


Help me girl, help me girl
I'll love you till the end of the world
With your eyes black as coal and your long dark curls


Some things we plan, we sit and we invent and we plot and cook up,
Others are works of inspiration, of poetry,
And it was this genius hand that pushed me up the hotel stairs
To say my last goodbye,
To her hair white as snow, and her pale blue eyes,
Sayin "I gotta go, I gotta go, the bomb and the bread basket
Are ready to blow,"
In this town of men with big mouths and no guts,
The pencil seller's dog spooked by the explosion
And leapin' under my wheels as I careered outta Longwood on my way to you,
Waitin in your dress, in your dress of blue


I said thank you girl, thank you girl
I'll love you till the end of the world
With your eyes black as coal and your long dark curls


And with the horses prancin' through the fields,
With my knife in my jeans and the rain on the shield,
I sang a song for the glory of the beauty of you,
Waitin for me in your dress of blue


Thank you girl, thank you girl
I'll love you till the end of the world
With your eyes black as coal and your long dark curls